Real Life Experiences

I’ve come to find this often occurs when we are about to make an important decision, either consciously or subconsciously.

Our Super Conscious is aware of events coming our way often before we become aware of them on a conscious level and it warns us in advance if we are able to interpret the message.

I have come to discover I often dream of friends, especially female friends when some important decision needs to be made. I feel that most often female friends come into play because I need the female energies to balance my energies to level the field and to make a rational well balanced decision.

Often times, I also communicate with friends telepathically when it is impossible to reach them on a conscious level, for whatever the reason may be, whether they are physically too far away or other factors come into play.

One particular circumstance came into play just a couple of nights ago.

I met this particular friend early in life and we have remained friends ever since. I have felt extremely close to her even though we never dated or had any kind of close physical relationship, no one ever replaced the feelings I have had for her over the years. She is extremely religious and in spite of that , we have never talked of our beliefs.

Recently I began to wonder how she would feel about my changing spiritual values and if she would on some level agree with them. Her thoughts and opinions have always been important to me.

Two nights ago, my whole sleep time, it seems was devoted to seeing her. In the most vivid dream, we were swimming, along with several other people, in a pool of water waist deep, and we were very content and happy.

To me this symbolizes that we agree on many things spiritually and it seems as though we are both moving in the same direction.

Gary has been awriter/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, while studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America and the aborigines of

Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has observed that many of the forgotten cultures had spiritual beliefs that were stronger than ours in modern times.

In technology, we have made advances far superior to those that came before us, but, we have lagged behind in gaining or maintaining our spiritual knowledge.

For us to advance as the human race, we need to combine the spiritual knowledge of those that came before us, not only that of the ancients but the knowledge of our direct ancestors as well, with the technical knowledge we have today for us to propel into the twenty-first century and beyond.

The day began like many others, a chill in the air and a chance of snow. Soon after arriving in Vevay, the snow really began to come down and before I knew it, there was nearly a foot of the white stuff on the ground.

Knowing the roads would be a lot worse in the high country, I soon became concerned I may not be able to get home. Occasionally, drivers had not been able to get back until after midnight on such days. On one such day, Don drove back to Osgood after midnight with no windshield. He slid off the road and a tree limb struck the windshield, breaking it.

As I left Vevay and drove through Markland, it was getting worse by the minute. This road isn’t traveled much on a good day and there hadn’t been anyone through here for a while. Over a foot of snow covered the road and I had no idea where the edge of the road was. A tractor trailer was coming right at me and he didn’t know where the road was either. As he approached me, the right side of his trailer dropped off the road and it began to jack knife.

This isn’t going to be pretty. Determining how and where I was going to get out of his way, he suddenly got his truck straightened out, just in time. We missed by inches.

It became obvious I wasn’t going to be able to finish my day; the trick now was to just get home. I’m not sure how that is going to happen, eventually, I need to go up a hill but that will be difficult, I can hardly maintain any speed on flat ground.

I was about to see another side of UPS. My aunt and uncle lived in Phoenix Arizona so I decided to go visit them in February of nineteen eighty-eight. My uncle had been confined to assisted living, so it was just my aunt and myself gallivanting around the desert.

One afternoon, a few miles northwest of Phoenix, we entered the little town of Wickenburg, at the edge of town was a small gas station. I happened to look over in the parking lot and there were four P-400 UPS package cars parked at a small roller conveyor with a roof built over it.

I had to check this out; I turned around and inquired at the station. The attendant told me that yes it was a UPS center, there were only four drivers, each would deliver a quarter of the seven hundred population town and head out into the desert, going a different direction, serving mainly Indian reservations. There was a goose neck trailer in the back with a window air conditioner sticking out the side. This was the office, a manager would drive up from Phoenix in the morning, get things started and then drive back to Phoenix for the rest of the day.

After moving to Sedona a few years later, I was to discover this was common in the desert, with a climate that featured no extreme cold, very little rain, and a sparse population, only the essentials were needed.

In Camp Verde located in the Verde River Valley, they used what looked like a manufactured home with docks in the side as a center. The package cars were parked outside in the weather, of course the loading was done in the early morning hours before the heat of the day had set in.

Arizona also had state wide seniority whereby a driver could bid on an area statewide, I think the areas came up for bid every two years and if he/she had enough seniority could bid on any area in the state. A lot of times drivers in Phoenix would do this to escape the heat of the low desert and to get away from the stressful city life.

Because of the distance Arizona was from Louisville and the three time zones involved, next day air parcels had to leave Sedona by two-thirty pm in order to arrive in Phoenix in time to make the plane to the main air hub in Louisville.

Growing up on a dairy farm in southeastern Indiana, Gary traveled very little until midlife, when the opportunity became available to him.

Grabbing his camera and a bag full of equipment, he began his vision quest traveling to most areas of the United States and several countries abroad.

Along the way he collected several thousand photographs that he wants to share with everyone.

There is always controversy concerning the human soul and what it is, if it exists at all.

We can’t actually see the soul and many people believe that if something can’t be seen, it doesn’t exist. They forget that we can’t see electricity but we all know electricity exists.

I think most clear thinking people do believe we have a soul. Falsely thinking that we are a body who has a soul, when in actuality, we are a soul that occupies a human body.

Our soul is who we really are, we only occupy a body in order to be able to express ourselves in a worldly form.

Along with this issue, many debate when and if the soul enters the human body.

My personal opinion is the soul enters the fetus at conception, it only makes sense that the soul would need time to acclimate itself with its new form of transportation for the next ninety or so years. The soul may come and for for a time during pregnancy while it decides if it really wants to experience the chosen life, but in the long run, the soul is almost always present in the fetus.

The soul needs this time, along with childhood to to learn its new environment and to adjust to its new body.

There is also discussion as to whether the soul leaves the body when a person is in a coma after a traumatic life experience.

Many people, after recovering from a coma relive experiences they encountered while in a coma, sometimes remembering going somewhere to learn new skills and talents.

Often times after they re-enter the human existence, their lifestyle and belief structure changes completely, often to the amazement of fellow workers and friends.

This would mean that the soul of a person in a coma is no longer in its body, especially if the body is on life support. The human body is then supported by artificial means, leaving the soul to wander about the universe as it pleases.

Many times the person can remember meeting Jesus, God, or some other spiritual leader, which often changes their life completely and they go on to accomplish many acts which they wouldn’t not have had the skills before the out of body experience.

We actually think with our soul, the brain is just a physical manifestation of our soul, the vehicle which enables the body to function, taking orders from our soul or Higher Self.

In my way of thinking, the body cannot function on it’s own without a soul.

As I drove past the rock, I felt compelled to stop and spend some time. Exiting the car I began walking towards the monolith, I began feeling extremely light and could not feel my body except at the knees.

When I looked up at the top of the vortex, with the intention of taking some photos, I saw giant sparks leaving the top of the rock. Somehow I realized they were “clumps” of energy entering the atmosphere.

They were actually souls that had arrived from other worlds, they came in through the Bell Rock vortex, a portal, or entryway between dimensions, and formed everything they needed to survive on planet earth. A physical body and a spaceship from the elements on earth so they could take on a physical appearance.

They didn’t travel through space in a UFO, as most assume, they teleported and then accumulated what they needed to survive from the earth’s atmosphere.

A similar event had occurred during my first past life regression several years earlier.

After entering the trance, the first past life I encountered was in ancient Egypt.

I found myself standing on the giant pyramid of Giza, I suddenly felt I was creating my body by drawing elements from the earth.

I didn’t come here on a ship, I teleported and created everything I needed after I arrived on planet earth.

It seems places like the pyramids and Bell Rock are energy sources and portals where we can more easily enter or leave the planet by gaining the necessary elements we need to survive while here.

In that same regression, as I entered the earth I sensed I was going towards the light, a common sensation many feel when they have a near-death experience.

It seems we go towards the light when we reincarnate, just as people report going towards the light when they have a near-death experience.

It is also believed when a soul passes from a physical existence and returns home, they pass through the light, or as some say, they pass the sun on their way to Home.

Obviously, the light in some way symbolizes our making a transition from one dimension of reality to another.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

Feeling part of the vast quantum entanglement between all particles of matter throughout the cosmos seems to be a natural development from the idea of an interactive quantum observer. An important consequence of a quantum view of the world is that no reality exists – past, present or future – until it is observed. Physicist Roger Penrose wrote about this strange feature, explaining how it is possible for an object to be in two places at once.

This strange mathematical consequence is called quantum linear superposition, and, although it may seem an abstract idea, it has a real effect. Experiments show that a quantum object really is in two places at the same time. But that is not the end of the story, as Penrose explains. Quantum linear superposition is quite puzzling enough . . . [but] any physical object, itself made out of individual particles, ought to be able . . . to ‘be in two places at once’. The formalism of quantum mechanics makes no distinction between single particles and complicated systems of many particles. Why, then, do we not experience . . . say, cricket balls, or even people, having two completely different locations at once? This is a profound question, and present-day quantum theory does not really provide us with a satisfying answer.

Lomas, Robert. The Lost Key: The Supranatural Secrets of the Freemasons

This is often experienced in the physical plane without most of us even realizing it.

Several years ago, I had a friend of mine tell me that acquaintance of his had seen me and a fellow worker had been seen in a place that neither of us could have possibly been.

He even described both of us perfectly., along with the vehicles we were driving, and the clothes we were wearing.

When my friend told me this, I responded in the affirmative that we had been there. I seemed to have a memory of it. After the initial thought, I realized that we hadn’t been there. But it still, and still does even today, many years later, seems real.

I believe that in an alternate reality, it was very true, and I will always carry that memory.

The Australian government has decided that when any minerals are found on Aboriginal Land, the wealth is shared with the native peoples. The city of Jabiru is one such instance of this policy being put into effect.

It is a very modern city with beautiful parks and lakes.

After having lunch at one of the many outdoor restaurants, we were looking forward to an afternoon off, spending it swimming in a large lake nearby. It would have been a welcome relief after spending six grueling days traveling the outback of Australia.

It was about this time that Mark, our driver suggested that if we wanted to see one more sacred Aboriginal Site, he would be willing to drive us.

Many things began racing through my mind, we had visited many ancient sites in the last month and I really didn’t want to see any more, you see one, you’ve seen them all.

The swimming sounded really refreshing, but what the heck, I could go swimming at home next week if I wanted, this was my last day in The Land of Oz, I wanted to enjoy it to the max. I knew deep down that this was going to be a very special afternoon. Being in the outback for almost a month, I was unaware of the date, July 7th, 1989, I was about to discover would be a highlight in my search for truth, and the reason I came to Australia. (Hilda had reminded me of this months ago, but it had slipped my mind.)

Besides that, everyone knows that all the rivers in Australia are filled with crocodiles and after swimming in those uranium infested waters I would probably glow like a porch light all night.

With that in mind, nine of us boarded the bus for the bumpy, dusty forty miles of dirt road that lay ahead. Sitting near the back of the bus I had plenty of time to contemplate what lay ahead and what it would all mean to me. As we bounced along the dusty road occasionally crossing crocodile infested creeks and rivers it seemed as though I was going back in time, to a time long forgotten, a time remembered only in the Aboriginal Dreamtime. I was a little awed at what was going on around me, I could sense and see the other people on the bus, but it was as though I wasn’t really a part of their reality and they perhaps weren’t part of mine.

The dust from the road filtered into the bus and a red layer settled on everyone and everything. At times when passing another vehicle, yes there were others out here, it became so dusty in the bus that we could barely see the driver. At these times it seemed as though we were passing into another dimension.

It was at this time that I felt as if I was actually alone with no one else sharing my experience. I could actually feel my body become lighter and lighter, at the same time becoming less aware of the surroundings around me, becoming acutely aware of the sacred lands we were passing through, and the warning not to enter without permission of the tribal elders.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden jerk and a screeching of brakes, the bus was coming to a stop, we had reached our destination, Ubirr Rock, the home of Lightning Man, a very powerful figure from the Aboriginal Dreamtime.